Author: Carmen BuganPublisher: Pan MacmillanISBN: 1447212983Size: 41.91 MBFormat: PDF, KindleView: 3766DownloadRead Online
That afternoon, Carmen returned from school to find secret police in her living room. Her father’s protest against the regime had changed her life for ever. This is her story.

Author: Carmen BuganPublisher:ISBN: 9781848613249Size: 56.57 MBFormat: PDF, KindleView: 4394DownloadRead Online
Carmen Bugan is the author of the collection of poems, Crossing the Carpathians, the memoir Burying the Typewriter: Childhood Under the Eye of the Secret Police, and the monograph Seamus Heaney and East European Poetry in Translation: ...

Author: Louise DeSalvoPublisher: The Feminist Press at CUNYISBN: 1558617779Size: 16.91 MBFormat: PDFView: 5979DownloadRead Online
A Memoir Louise DeSalvo. class who sees his mother less than he sees his
father? Do I realize that my work is killing him? That he hates it? That he can't
stand to have me up at my typewriter or buried in my books when he comes
home from school? That the sound of the typewriter keeps him up all night? That
he needs his sleep? I know all this, but I can't find a balance. I don't want to be
just a mother, just a wife. I want the time to do my work. And to find the time I need
requires that I ...

Author: Mary CantwellPublisher: Penguin Group USAISBN:Size: 44.59 MBFormat: PDF, DocsView: 7331DownloadRead Online
Strolling down Fifth Avenue after a movie at MoMA, I remember, we would pass
the Olivetti typewriter on a stanchion outside the nearby Olivetti showroom. But
how nearby? There was a paper in it for passersby, and on it B. would type "the
quick brown fox ..." and I, "My name is Mary and I live on. ..." I called Olivetti a few
years ago. I wanted to know exactly where that showroom was. ... Bristol Harbor.
But buried under a pile of leaflets on a shelf in back of my 20 ^ MARY
CANTWELL.

Author: Pablo NerudaPublisher:ISBN:Size: 68.84 MBFormat: PDF, DocsView: 7133DownloadRead Onlinetypewriter keys. There he finished The Ninth Wave, his last novel before The
Thaw. For my part, I wrote, only sporadically, some of Los versos del capitdn, love
poems for Matilde, published anonymously later in Naples. We left the train in
Irkutsk. Before catching the plane for Mongolia, we ... When I die, I want to be buried in a name, some especially chosen, beautiful-sounding name, so that its
syllables will sing over my bones, near the sea. The Chinese are among the
people in the ...

Author: Arlene Colombe HiquilyPublisher: Marion BoyarsISBN: 9780714528885Size: 77.41 MBFormat: PDF, ePub, MobiView: 5450DownloadRead Online
She'd fallen over her typewriter in the middle of an unfinished letter . . . We have
just discovered a new oil dep . . . The girl was laid ... There was a large wreath of
roses by the coffin - TO OUR REGRETTED CO-WORKER - but on her chest,
above her crossed hands was her typewriter with the unfinished letter still in it.
The company had decided she'd died in the line of duty ... Arthur remarked that
maybe the man should be buried with the billiard table. That last evening was
melancholy.

Author: Kevin SessumsPublisher: St. Martin's PressISBN: 1250023173Size: 34.24 MBFormat: PDF, DocsView: 5582DownloadRead Online
A Memoir Kevin Sessums. Factory.” Later that day Andy even stopped by my
office to give me a welcometotheFactory present. It was a photograph he had
taken in Central Park of an oliveskinned, oilyhaired boy opening his jacket to
reveal a Tshirt with James Dean's face on it. On the ... I was touched by the
gesture and told him I'd hang it on the wall of my office next to the poem I was at
that moment cutting out of a book to frame and put above my typewriter in those
precomputer days.

Author: Eugenia PricePublisher: Jove PublicationsISBN: 9780515092646Size: 62.40 MBFormat: PDF, DocsView: 277DownloadRead Online
The black, riderless horse bucked and reared, but the cortege did not pause; and
they buried the President. Through the long hours of that dark day, we heard it all
from one distant station and another, and even I — who would like to be able to
cry naturally but can't — wept. After a few days I was back at the typewriter, and
by December Elsie Goodwillie had done her first manuscript typing for me — the
first four chapters. Rough as those chapters were, I needed Tay Hohoff s
approval ...